I've been writing so much poetry in my head, but I never seem to get it down fast enough. Part of it is forgetting. But part of it is also realizing with time that I didn't think it up, but stole it from something else I've read. Like today, when I was looking at this brick funeral home, and was thinking about what kind of architecture would be out of place for a funeral home, and wouldn't that make an interesting idea for something or other. And then I remembered Nick Hornby talking about the same damn thing in High Fidelity. How can I use that as my own with good conscience now that I know where it's come from? It's all very depressing, the regurgitation of thought and whatnot. Maybe I'll write something about that.

Something happened that I've been anxiously awaiting since 1996: the overturning of the ban on "virtual" child pornography. Finally, I can photograph young-looking models in erotic positions, as well as computer generate ficticious children in lewd acts. Oh my G-d! What is wrong with the world? In what way does some form of child porn, virtual or not, fall outside of the Supreme Court's definition of obscene? How is it protected in Constitutional First Amendment rights for pederasses to get their rocks off over children? Child pornography is horrible and evil and EVIL and EVIL! With all this news coming out about child molestation in churches and the American Boychoir School, the last thing we need is to be doing is encouraging pedophiles and looking out for their rights. And pedophiles: eww! how can you be attracted to little kids in the first place? I recommend chemical castration for the lot of them.

Well, sorry about the lack of updates, but the FTP for my site hasn't been working for a bit. But it works now, so you can expect the regular terribly infrequent updates instead of the recent terribly infrequent updates.

Boston was a lot of fun. Somewhere between reading poetry, playing Trivial Pursuit, going on a field trip to a protected estuary, eating in Chinatown, watching the amazing Shaolin Soccer, and visiting this really cozy used bookstore, I came to the conclusion that this was much more exciting than my normal weekend life. Let's make the world a better place, and try to make every weekend a Boston weekend!

It was great to see Nikki, and meet her boyfriend Zack, and Nikki's roommate, and Zack's suitemates, and anyone else I've forgotten, including the waiter at the Chinese restaurant who suggested I take basketball lessons, after the bottle I lobbed into the garbage outside bounced out.

For all you visually-oriented people (I know I am... I don't read books without pictures), here are some photos:

Here is punk/cherubic Nikki, proudly displaying her catch of the day (a snail) at the estuary:

Here is Nikki playing John, her guitar:

My proof that I actually went to Boston amounts to: my Jetta hat and brown sleeping bag in the second photo, the minor sunburn I got at the estuary, a burned copy of the Shaolin Soccer VCD we watched, an inexplicable urge to watch the Red Sox play, and a general feeling of elation. Except for the fact that the bookstore didn't have any Emily Dickinson. Those bastards!

So, who says Boston?

Yes, that's right, I'm spending my fifth consecutive weekend outside of Baltimawhore. Oh, Baltimore, don't be like that. You know I love you. Come on, don't make that face. You know what I mean... yes, that one, the sad face. Look, if you forgive me, I'll go down to your Inner Harbor. Oh, you like that do you?

Oops, heh, forgot we were in public. So, Boston... haven't been there in a few years now (when did Adam graduate law school?), and I'm very excited to go. Now, I know you're thinking: Dave's going to Boston, and he's excited? Is it for Christine or for Natalie Portman? Well, the answer is... neither. Christine still hasn't gotten back to me (and it's been months, yes, I know), and Natalie still doesn't know I exist.

Even when I saw her in Chekhov's The Seagull last summer in Central Park, she, along with Kevin Kline, Meryl Streep, and Christopher Walken, decided to drive straight out so they wouldn't have to sign autographs. Evidently, Natalie ranks herself as high up as those three acting-wise. I sure can pick them. Some of those "lesser stars" in the play who I actually got to see at the stage entrance: John Goodman (Golden Globe winner), Philip Seymour Hoffman, Marcia Gay Harden (Oscar winner). Some other "crappy actors" who were in the audience also appeared there: Delroy Lindo, Hilary Swank (Oscar winner), Kate Hudson (Oscar nominee; Golden Globe winner; really, really hot in person).

Anyway, back to Boston. We were trying to decide what could be so exciting about it. Well, as it turns out, there are many exciting things in Boston, most importantly my friend Nikki, who is the reason I'm going. I haven't seen her in person since high school, but we've been talking online and stuff. I am going to have lots of fun in Boston, and you cannot go. Unless of course you live in Boston, in which case you cannot stay. Hooray for travel! May I never spend another weekend in Baltimore!

It had been a very long time since something on screen, either in theaters or on television, brought me to tears. A very long time. That all ended tonight, with "Dr. Greene's last day in the ER." Bye, Dr. Greene. I'll miss you. *sniff*

So, I had no idea that Daylight Saving Time was so close, but it's evidently this weekend. There's actually a very interesting history to the whole Daylight Saving thing. Apparently, along with everything else invented before Thomas Edison was born, it was thought up by Benjamin Franklin, in Paris of all places. It was first introduced as a practical concept in British Parliament in 1909, though it wasn't seriously considered. Then Germany adopted it. So it suddenly became a good idea, and the English adopted it too. Leave it to the Germans to pass legislation considered laughable in other countries, and leave it to the English to be insecure enough to completely reverse their position because the Germans did it first. Find out more about this insanely interesting topic by clicking here.

Today marks the premiere of my 5-part, award-winning series about the Magic Kingdom, Epcot, MGM Studios, Universal Studios, and Islands of Adventure. April fools. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I have a big test tomorrow morning in Developmental Biology, so this will just be a short update tonight.

So, I have been e-mailing the newbie producer of the Underground Shakespeare Company since before break about the results of the auditions I took part in... without response. Last night, I e-mailed the director, and got a response back within the hour letting me know that the cast list had gone out before break, and that they had been rehearsing for like two weeks already, and that my e-mail must have slipped through the cracks. Oh well. Stupid branch.

I've been having fun with Passover since last Wednesday night (read: NEED BREAD! Give me BREAD!). I got to go home, run our Thursday night Seder, see The Rookie and Panic Room on Friday afternoon, see Carmen (yes, the opera) on Friday night, and see Liam Neeson and Laura Linney in The Crucible on Saturday night. So, quite the weekend for sitting and watching. Arthur Miller is a bastard: he has the ability to rip the guts right out of you, get you to hope again, and then rip your guts out all over again. It hurts, this gut-wrenching shattering of hope. It hurts so much.

I bought seven movies today (6 tapes, 1 DVD, all pre-viewed). Blockbuster was having this buy two pre-viewed movies, get one free sale. I can't help myself. I've decided that I can no longer allow myself to go alone into stores that sell movies. I just start ripping them off the shelves. I have 102 DVDs now. The average DVD costs about $20. Do you see the problem here?? I am like how some girls get with shoes. It is getting ridiculous at this point.

I saw Christine online last night and today. I IM'ed her, of course. Two different times last night and once today. No response. I've been sending her an e-mail a month. Also no response. Maybe she's just busy. Yeeeeessss, that must be it. Dammit, Chris, what the hell is up with that?!

Anyway, I need to study. Happy April Fool's Day, sad me.